I stand now on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, contemplating. The clouds are thick- so thick, in fact, it seems as if one can simply walk across them. But I, I am at the Bridge's highest point, and the clouds are so far, so far.But it matters not, for I know that this is what I have to do. I breathe in, I breathe out. If the Norns decree that today is my day to die, then so be it; I will not be able to escape it.Breathe in.Breathe out.Of its own accord, one of my feet tentatively raises itself up, then off the bridge.I teeter now on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, grim.The other foot moves, and the world rushes, rushes, sucking, hurting-

I have been lied to. All this time, my life has been but a lie.

I, Loki, am not a god, but a mere mortal.

The clouds rush by, mocking.

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